My soul and heart ached, but what was the most surprising is that my abdomen went from a dull throbbing to a sharp, uncomfortable twang. Looking away from the happy couple, I stared at my fingers since I put my sketchbook away when Kyler entered the room. The last thing I wanted to deal with was him mocking what I worked on. Thankfully, the teacher walked in and snapped at the pair to break apart. Thank god, I was worried they would rut like dogs in heat. Last I checked, I wasn’t taking any sex education classes, nor did I have any ones so clearly, I wasn’t looking for a show. Freaks.
The rest of the day passed without too much drama, although Kyler got a few hits in when no one was looking. At least he wasn’t dumb enough to attack anybody in front of me this time. It’s a miracle, I have proven that a rock can learn something. No, comparing Kyler to a rock intelligence wise isn’t fair to the rock. My apologies to rocks everywhere, you don’t deserve such a horrible insult. Biology was even tenser, and I gulped when Riff and Kyler growled under their breath throughout the entire class. I burst from my seat when the bell rang, racing to the front door to escape with Marcus.
My week seemed to decide this should be my routine. So every night, the pain got worse, while Ky got closer, and each morning more of my abdomen was black from Kyler’s punches the previous day. I didn’t work every night, so when free, Riff brought his game systems to my apartment, and we played a bunch of two-player games much to my delight. Thankfully I didn’t suck, so we had fun. Wednesday morning was the worst pain-wise when I sat in honors history. I cried, and Kyler chuckled upon seeing proof of my tears on my cheeks. I scowled and refused to look at him for the rest of the class, although he tried to get a rise out of me several times. At one point, his lips brushed my ear while he whispered a nasty comment, and I growled at the warm tingles erupting across my skin.
“Jesus fucking Christ,” I snarled under my breath, “get your lips away from me. I don’t know who you’ve been licking nor how clean the girl keeps her bits, so keep your diseased mouth to yourself.” Interestingly enough, that shocked him into silence, and he left me alone for the rest of class. I guess the truth hurts. I was so angry from the pain in my groin that anytime Kyler tried to hit me, I snarled for him to keep his goddamned diseased fingers to himself. He managed a retort, once. Said they weren’t because he’s careful. I snorted and asked if he used his dominant hand to jack off. Confused, he told me no, and I shot back, “so you admit you’re afraid to touch your dick with that hand? Nice. I don’t want whatever disease you know is on those, so keep your fingers to yourself. Fuck, even if you were the key to the survival of humankind, I wouldn’t have sex with you out of fear of what I’d catch. This is the problem with whores, Kyler, one never knows what they might catch from you.”
Furious, he grabbed my upper arms in a painfully tight grip, and I squirmed while he snapped, “what did you call me?”
“I called you a fucking whore,” I growled. “If you don’t like it, then I guess you shouldn’t have fucked everything that moves.”
“Look, you little bitch,” he began furiously, his face inches from mine.
“Molester,” I accused in a nonchalant tone, and he flew back from me with shocked eyes. Every student in the hall stopped and stared at us. Shrugging, I explained, “you admit you use your mouth and fingers on your companions. By touching me, well, how do I know what you’ll do? And with how everyone talks about how you can barely go a few hours without sex, well forgive me for worrying.”
Everyone chuckled at Kyler, shaking their heads and commenting how nice it was to see someone not fall at his feet. Whatever. I’m not sorry for embarrassing him. Maybe he should keep his dick in his pants. Scowling, I stopped and took several breaths while wondering what happened to me. The more time I spent around Kyler, the worse I seemed to get. So, on Thursday and Friday, I walked faster and put as much distance as possible between Kyler and me. I didn’t like what I was becoming where he’s concerned, and I refused to be anyone other than me.
He didn’t show up at the gas station anymore, which was a relief, the less I saw him, the better. But Friday night was the worst. I felt like I was boiling at one point. Thankfully, today was Saturday, so yay, no Kyler! I headed to work happily, looking forward to a day of no sullen assholes.
Claire worked with me, chuckling when she discovered my pleasant mood. We were slammed, as we had been whenever I worked since Monday. I hadn’t asked Ava why we are so busy, but I didn’t mind. It’s good for her and Marcus, I’m happy their income is increasing. Especially since they feed me and whoever works with me when I close. Ava smiled when she came in the door in the afternoon, sending me to the locker room to clock out after giving me a gentle hug.
Gasping, I took in the spot that my group of friends liked to hang
